In the years that followed, any written word about Morrow in a story or blog post would elicit angry comments wondering how the Mariners could have passed on Lincecum. To make matters worse, Lincecum rocketed to stardom with the San Francisco Giants, only adding to the lamentations and complaints of Mariners fans.
Morrow knew it. He couldn’t run from it. A relatively quiet, laid-back kid from the Bay Area, he couldn’t escape the massive shadow of the 5-foot-10, 170-pound Lincecum. It was there in the Puget Sound area where Lincecum grew up. It was there when Morrow would go home to Santa Rosa to see his family.
Any time the name Lincecum was mentioned within earshot of Morrow, a pained look would come across his face, as if somebody was sticking a steel spike in his spine.
They were forever linked, and Morrow seemed likely to be forever in Lincecum’s shadow.